The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1887-04-23
OLD DELOS DODGE.
How u Professional Gambler Rescued
Young Couple from Financial Ruin.
Vt m Tired now, and Sleepy TOO,
Come put me In my little bed"

Young Couple from Financial Ruin.
I'm tired now, and sleepy too,
Come put me in my little bed"
So she softly sang, and then she gaped
and rubbed her eyes.
80, Willie Moore, if had you here I'd
comb your little head for you with a three
legged STOOL would, you rascal Two
O'Clock in the morning, packing not hall
done, and your precious wife with her
back broke
Thus groaned sleepy, tired little Henri
eta Moore (nee Henrietta Mlles), profes.
sionally known as Mdlle. Henrietta
Millesturol, late ballet-giri Of the -
Theater.
A little over seventeen years Of age,
slight but perfect in form, with pure,
fresh complexion, blooming checks, clear
blue eyes, and movements Of free, undu-
lating grace and flowing ease with irreg-
ular features and change!ul EXPIRE sion,
which would have delighted an artist and
driven photographer to des pair, she was
sprlghtly little beauty to gladden.
the eyes of those who loved a good, pretty
face.
The room in which she waited for her
husband was by no means tidy. Two
half-paciied trunk, stood open; upon the
bed and iioOr dresses and coats, shirts ana
skirts, lay scattered in confusion.
William Moore, just of age. inclined to
be fast, good looking, soft of heart and
head, until lately book Keeper in com
mission house, had week before married
this child of the theatcr for love, thereby
pleasing himself, gaining his idol, and
losing the friend ship of hi, highly respect
able relations and his SituatiOn-fOr which
he cared little. The young couple were TO
start on the morrow in the uoOn-day train
for Chicago, where William was to invest
the $500 just paid into bank subject to
his order, his portion of his fathers cs-
tate, with an established firm in whose
house he was also to I'LL the position OF
book-keeper.
He had gone out early IN the evening TO
have farewell supper with -olpe FRIENDS.
1t was now two o'clock II. IN, AMI he had
not yet returned.
Henry (she was always called Hcnuy)
CAPPED again, and then, Selling pretty
little gray travelling bonnet Gust new
from the bed, she went through, FOR the
twentieth time, with the trying on
process.
She heard the front door shut and lis
tened; the step upon the stairs was Slow
and dragging.
"Tan't Willie" she sighed, and turned
again to the mirror.
The door of the room was thrown open.
"Why, Willie"
1t was her husband. He entered the
room in silence. his dress diSOrdered, his
face pale and his hands trembling. He
sank into chair ana looked az her in
desparng sadness He had bee II drink
ing, but was nearly ~ Der now. The wife
began:
"Will, you're real mean to 60 and leave
me all night by myself and - pct tight,
and all the packing to do yet, its shabby
Of you, so it is
IAN right, Henry. Pitca into me-! Go
ahead. But you needn't pack any more.
We can't go!'
Needn't pack any more Can't gop'
she echoed, with surprise, WHY not g.
Cause I'm dead broke; lost every rap,
There now it's outn' he said, dashing has
hat on the floor. She turned on him
fercely:
william Moore. do you mean to tell me,
after all you have promised me, that
you've been ana been and a look fin
ished the question.
'.Pitch into mc-pitch in, Henry" he
creased; II started for only one game
after supper and kept on aud on, and
now it's all gone. every rap" aud poor,
weak sinner, the tears began TO fill his
eyes.
''Will Moore. you're a -" commenced
the wife; but. looking at him, the big,
good looking boy of husband that she
loved so well, the harsh words died upon
her lips, and she went ana sat upon his
knee and coddled him, saying
''Oh, Willie. I'm 50 sorry. | had hoped
so much--so much-and now it's all over"
and she gave deep sigh. is it all gone,
Willie: Who was it," she asked, after a
time.
Cleaned out; every cent" he answered
"Aftcr supper I'd been drinking some, and
Chick Lawtou proposed game-and |
didn't think of what I'd promised you
and didn't lose much I'd nav won every
cent back, sure, only old d. d. came in,
and he roped in and took hand; and he's
got my check for every cent we have in
khe world. Oh, Kenny, | don't care Cor
myself it's you I'm thinking of, and that
makes me nearly crazy
"You ought to have thought of me be-
fore 1t was too late, Willie"
IL know, Henry; but it was only little
taken it all from me like old d. D., when
he saw | was tight, Chicks a good fell
low-evcry body says so-but Old u. ID.
has no more heart than a tgrnip"
Hearts and good fellows Don't talk
to me-" said the little wife, sharply.
s.Chick Lawton has no more heart thau-l
don't know what. | know more about
Chick Lay-ton than you DO, Will He's a
scoundrel. that's what he =. But ! didn't
think Mr.. Dodge would have done it; |
thought better Of him
Hes got no heart, Henry, d. n. hasn't;
you ask Chick fhe has" grOaned VIII.
''Oh, bother Chick, IwOuldn speak 10
the rascal. Mr.. Dodge can treat one Ike
lady even If she is, or mas been. poor
ballet-girl. and that's more than your
Chick chic en-heartei-LawtO can do,'
answered the wife.